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poetinahat
04-03-2006, 07:15 AM
Another poet's medium opens up!

Another poetry venue. (http://www.theprogram.net.au/eventsSub.asp?id=2820)

Here's the organisation's page (http://www.redroomorganisation.org/default.php)-- wish I'd known about it a little sooner!

P.H.Delarran
04-03-2006, 10:32 AM
ok Poet, thanks, here i thought i was gonna get to read something you wrote, well...while on the commode... (yet i clicked the thread anyway, what does that say?)
so, to the link, well there's something to be proud of. hey Mom,my poetry was featured in the bathroom stall down at the Dew Drop Inn. if a drunk can understand it, i could have written it. although i confess, i do most of my brainstorming while in the shower...not pretty maybe, but it's better than my singing.

poetinahat
04-03-2006, 05:11 PM
Gee, P.H., I can't leave you disappointed! To reward your kind enquiry and salve your disappointment, here is a suitable poem (not written by me) published in my college humor magazine some decades ago. It's a French translation of a classic:

ici je m'assieds
avec coeur brisé
j'ai payé un franc
et n'ai que pété

I think the project mentioned above has nobler aspirations than this mixed-breed doggerel.

kdnxdr
04-03-2006, 06:24 PM
I'm not by any means a great scholar of literature, however, I've heard it said many times how many great artists and writers have been inspired whilst they were inexplicably embedded in libatious/wanton behavior keeping company with the rif-raf.

Maybe, I just thought that's what they said.

I wouldn't say their present company propelled them out of their miserly conditions, but it was the patrons that really found and made them (the artists/writers) than them making their own selves out to be prominent.

I don't mind being discovered in a stall as long as I wouldn't be a suitable alternative for the lack of the normal supply of necessary paper.

poetinahat
04-04-2006, 06:51 AM
Love the way you phrase that, kd. Makes it sound so noble!

Okay, here's the English translation of the pome above, just for completeness:

Here I sit,
broken-hearted
paid a [franc]
and only farted